#tobecomewhereyouare
I saw a farmer fly a plane
Above the clouds, I saw his hand
Lift up the burden in his arm
In the air, he tossed the seeds
The swift cold breeze headed South
Dragged them downwards to the ground
Each was scattered all around
To various sections of the land
A seed fell down the good soil
It grew healthy, nice and strong
The sun looked down, it looked up
Water sprinkled; it received
A seed fell down the grasslands
It grew weak, sad and stubborn
The sun looked down, it looked down
Water sprinkled; it got none
A seed fell down the stones
It grew speedy, tall but weak
The sun looked down, it trembled
Water sprinkled; was too late
A seed fell astray by the wayside
It stayed asleep and sprouted none
The sun looked down, and water sprinkled
The fowl passed by and ate the seed.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC